The war had ended. And after a few melees of catapulting boulders across the skies filled with the smell of gunpowder and towards the burning compound of the enemy in the distance, it was time to reflect on another successful campaign. But something was amiss during the event that left a bitter taste in the good doctor’s mouth. The boulders kept missing its precious target. Although the cheers of his comrades echoed in the distance he felt ashamed and truly alone for only he knew what had happened. Having learned his lesson, it was the last time Dr. Jiggybones would let the crossbeams get out of skew on the treadle.
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